Friday, 11 March 2016

Poppat....





मुझे हँसा गयी, उसकी इक तस्वीर आज,
बिन कहे वो उसके अलफ़ाज़,
बिन सुने ही कह देना दिल में है क्या,
मुझे ठग गयी उसकी प्यारी आवाज़ ,

वो बिन रुके, हर बात इक साथ,
मुझे छू गयी उसकी मुस्कान,
वह चेहरा, वह उठी हुई सी नाक,
जो कहता मुझको नकचढ़ी बार बार,

आँखों से बड़े हैं तेरे सवाल,
कहके यू पलट देता मेरी हर इक बात,
सवालों पे वह लगाता है पहरा,
शायद हर जवाब उसको है पता,

मिल जाये थोड़ा सुकूम,
सुनके उसकी हर इक बात,
मुझसे शुरू वह बेवजह,
उसकी हर इक बात,

बेवजह ही क्यों उसने छेड़ दी.... 
बिजलिया...... 

शौक़ है उसको शायद,
मुझसे यु उलझना... 
थोड़ा मुझको यु हसाना... 
थोड़ा चिढ़ाना,

करना अपनी ही मर्ज़ी,
मुझसे यु लड़ना,
बेवजह की बातें,
और मिर्च खाना।

(For all who cannot read the hindi script but underestand it)

Mujhe hasa gayi, uski ik tasveer aaj...
Bin kahe Woh uske alfaaz...
Bin sune hi keh dena dil me hai kya...
Mujhe thag gyi uski pyari aawaaz....

Woh bin ruke, Har baat iksaath...
Mujhe chhu gyi uski muskaan...
Woh chehra, Woh utthi hui si naak....
Jo kehta mujhko nakchadi bar bar...
Aankhon se bade tere sawaal hai...
Kehke YU palat deta meri baat...
Sawalon pe Woh lagta hai pehraa..
Shayad Har jawab usko hai pata...
Mil jaye thoda sukuu...
Sun ke Uski Har baat...
Mujhse shuru woh bewajah....
Uski har ik baaat...
Bewajah hi kyo usne chhed di...
Bijliyaaaaaaa.....
Shauk hai usko shayad
Mujhse yu ulajhna...
Thoda mujhko yu hasaana...
Thoda chidhaana...

Karna apni hi marzi...
Mujhse yu ladna...
Bewajah ki baatein...
Aur mirch khaana...





©Ravinder Kaur
25/02/2016
(Image source: Google Images)

All of Me...


Image result for fading colors


I give you all of me...
Till the last dream...
Had I not told this...
It's only you and me...
Voyages may end somewhere...
And I end up in you...
Pictures may fade with time...
I will always fade in you...
What love? what life...
What dreams, I can have...
It's not alone that I wish to be...
If all it is, it's only you and me...
I gather moments...
I gather you in each of them..
What can be precious to me...
Its only you , its only me...
I never have something to see...
If life is on and you not near me...
This world would stop revolving...
If there is no you, then there's no me...
                                 

                                  © Ravinder Kaur

14/01/2016


(Image source:Google Images)

Colours...




The black is always black I know...
But what might be behind the colour white..
Simple tears of painted sadness...
Of hope never thought...
Some colours these eyes do see...
Green or blue or pink or red...
But when I paint these words...
I cannot see the difference...
Read along and you'll know...
What I meant but never said...
If paint was to colour my thought...
I'll paint it with a colour new...
To make you know ...
Yes, I am sure...
You'll always remember me more...
Of all the colours in the world...
My colour for you will be explored...
Not to be found anywhere...
Any shop, any site...
But in my heart...
In my soul...
Which merges in your love-colour




©Ravinder Kaur
26/02/ 2016


The Old Piano beneath the Stairs...




The Old Piano...
Lying beneath the stairs...
Reminds me how you played...
When only we were there...
The keys have become old...
But I remember your every note...
It lays imprinted in my mind...
I replay it alone at times...
The stairs, where I used to sit...
Hiding myself in every bit...
Feeling your fingers' tips...
Moving along in music...
That time you played that song...
Which filled my heart for long...
The words of love untold...
I heard and felt it uncontrolled...
Now you are not here anymore...
Only your memories and the song...
Play, rewind in my mind...
The old piano beneath the stairs...
Standing to be played again...
And I still wait on the stairs...
To hear your song that you once played...

© Ravinder Kaur

 25/02/16

Drifting Apart....




I cut myself into pieces...
I was a cloud, once of emotions...
Drifting apart in the sky...
Picked up tears of myself...
Making dew, frost, mist and rain...
For some, blank I remained...
Not forgiving them my pain...
Each one wanted a part of me...
To cherish, to believe...
My heart is clean...
I couldn't speak, I just couldn't...
Watching them speak, I just couldn't be...
Some called me rock at heart...
Some called me rose of love divine...
For some my silence was sweet...
For some my words sound of violin...
For some a deep sea...
For some an empty dream...
I had faces for each one...
Yet no one knew me well...
I hid myself behind a mask...
Which changes with the onlooker's gaze...
Who's the culprit, who's at guilt...
Me after all, I always was...
I can't give, for I don't have...
Am a broken dream...
Of your dawn...
A fruitless tree, an empty treasure...
I have no will, am a drifting cloud...
Which drifts away with the moving wind...
And doesn't wait to see the yield...
I am a lonesome wanderer...
Who doesn't keep company...

© Ravinder Kaur 
25/02/16

Rain Drops







Rain drops fall on us...
We try to hide but collide...
Into each other's eyes...
Giggle at, when touched so close...
Humming like bees...
The clouds are gargling may be...
Trembling us with occasional lights...
Lighting up crazy smiles...
Between you and me...
And sounds of chuckling...
We caught in rain...
Embraced...
Kissed...
And felt the rain...
Love through the parting drops...
Reuniting us in that pleasant drain...
©Ravinder Kaur
09/03/2016